Alas, there is barely enough light here to get my camera to focus properly but the photos are merely here to illustrate a bulky mass gathering around my shoulders.  Yes, those are some might hefty shoulders pads I have going on there.  I did say I wanted to shape-up [1] with some sharpened up shoulders a la Martin Margiela AW07-8 [2] (any excuse to click to Martin Margiela's genius website...) and when the likes of Roisin Murphy [3] pulls it off so effortlessly, it almost makes me want to prance about with some American football shoulder pads under my t-shirts.  However, the addition of so much bulk to my shoulders somehow makes me feel not completely at ease.  I now know I would not have survived in the Claude Montana era of power dressing because I've been blindly programmed into looking adorable/cute/quirky (all adjectives commentors regularly use...) and distinctly unsexy/unpowerful.  I kept the massive shoulder pads in this vintage leather jacket in to slowly trial whether I can handle some shoulder action.  Perhaps the real McCoy in the form of the shocking pink sharp shouldered Martin Margiela sweater would help the cause a lot more but of course that would also be a very expensive wardrobe trial indeed.  Exaggeration around the legs, the hips I can handle but somehow when it is all heaped onto my shoulders, I suddenly feel like I should be playing up to some sort of pushy/bolshy/'in yer face' character that quite frankly, is not in my personality DNA.  A physical example would be me with that jacket on shoving my shoulder pads into someone's face on a crushed tube train.  However, I can't deny that there is something quite empowering about the shoulders accenuated like that but perhaps I'm not ready yet to take that much weight on my shoulders.

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